Sound Of Silence Revisited
Tune: Sound Of Silence, Simon & Garfunkel
, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of keystrokes.
In restless dream
s I search for more
Through endless posts of wibble
I comb the noise
that seems unending,
To find the signal
Till my eyes are raw and my head's beating like a drum
But still I come
Back to the sound of keystroke
And in the flick'ring light I saw
Ten million people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing thoughts that voices daren't express
But they confess
With just the sound of keystrokes.
"Fools" thought I, "You do not know
Deja like a cancer
Your words may yet come back to haunt
Ten years from now they may still taun
But my thoughts just spiralled into space,
Off the face of keystrokes
And as the people type
Throughout the night
and through the day.
I sensed that somehow I was losing,
All the posts I should be choosing.
And my mind said, "The words of the prophet
Now are buried deep in pointless
They can't be said."
Just clattered in the sounds of keystrokes.